Listen to the story of my valley.
Where saints preached religion daily.
A disputed land on the top of the map.
With elegant green hail in the nature's Lap.
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He didnt know that his sky was wounded.
He couldnt mend the damage which was caused.
But he vowed to himself, he would try his utmost to stop it from being wounded any further.
Because after all, she was his blue sky.